You wanna, you wanna
Ummmm . . . wanna what?
You want a hot body? You want a Bugatti?
Hot body? Meh, I’d settle for fairly functional at this point in my life.
Bugatti? What the hell is a Bugatti? Had to Google that shit.
A fancy car . . . gotcha.
You want a Maserati? You better work bitch
Maserati. I’ve heard of that one. Seems a bit impractical to me. I’d be more than happy with a safe,
reliable vehicle with some room to cart the kids around and haul groceries. My Ford Edge seems to
fit the bill alright, though the gas mileage could be a bit better.
reliable vehicle with some room to cart the kids around and haul groceries. My Ford Edge seems to
fit the bill alright, though the gas mileage could be a bit better.
You want a Lamborghini? Sippin' martinis?
Once again, Lamborghini doesn’t seem all that practical for my lifestyle. It’s right up there with that
Maserati and that other one I’ve never heard of.
Maserati and that other one I’ve never heard of.
I do hope you refrain from sippin’ those martinis while driving said Lamborghini, as that seems quite
irresponsible. I seem to recall you had a substance abuse problem awhile back, so you might want
to keep that in check. Personally, I could definitely go for a good box of wine - preferably a red. I find
the quality of box wine is surprisingly pretty decent and a glass (or two) after I get the kids to bed is
such a great way to unwind.
irresponsible. I seem to recall you had a substance abuse problem awhile back, so you might want
to keep that in check. Personally, I could definitely go for a good box of wine - preferably a red. I find
the quality of box wine is surprisingly pretty decent and a glass (or two) after I get the kids to bed is
such a great way to unwind.
Look hot in a bikini? You better work bitch
Trust me, I could do all the work of a full on industrial manufacturing plant times 10 and I would still
NOT look hot in a bikini. Just not gonna happen . . . and I'm okay with that.
NOT look hot in a bikini. Just not gonna happen . . . and I'm okay with that.
You wanna live fancy? Live in a big mansion?
Sure, I’ll admit I’d be happy to have a bigger house. My house is tiny and I live with a giant husband
and two boys who are going to grow up to be giant like my husband. A little more room would be great.
Love the idea of a finished basement where the kids could go nuts, and it’d be nice to have an actual
guest room. Don’t even get me started on the dream of a mud room and decent closet space. Now if
that’s living fancy, fuck yeah, I wanna live fancy!
and two boys who are going to grow up to be giant like my husband. A little more room would be great.
Love the idea of a finished basement where the kids could go nuts, and it’d be nice to have an actual
guest room. Don’t even get me started on the dream of a mud room and decent closet space. Now if
that’s living fancy, fuck yeah, I wanna live fancy!
Party in France?
I’ve been to France. It was alright. But if I’m going to cross the pond again, I think I’d prefer to hit
Iceland, Norway and Finland. Italy would be pretty fantastic, too. As for partying, as I mentioned
before, I’m partial to a few glasses of wine, and maybe get a bit drunk now and again. So let’s party
in Helsinki!
Iceland, Norway and Finland. Italy would be pretty fantastic, too. As for partying, as I mentioned
before, I’m partial to a few glasses of wine, and maybe get a bit drunk now and again. So let’s party
in Helsinki!
You better work bitch, you better work bitch
You better work bitch, you better work bitch
Now get to work bitch!
Now get to work bitch!
Oh, Jesus, I’m working bitch, trust me I’m working. Everyday is a struggle to keep my sanity as I
wrangle a toddler while trying to get a grumpy 8-year-old to the bus stop on time. Don’t get me started.
wrangle a toddler while trying to get a grumpy 8-year-old to the bus stop on time. Don’t get me started.
Bitch, I’m working, I’m working!
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